Unknown how much time had passed, the bedroom door suddenly opened.
Mo Chen's face was slightly pale, and his body exuded a chill.
Qiao Ruoxin looked up, her eyes red: "I'm sorry, I made you sad..."
"It's disgust."
Her fingertips slowly curled up, and her thick eyelashes trembled.
Mo Chen snorted disdainfully with a cold laugh: "Now the sight of any woman disgusts me. Congratulations, you've made me disillusioned with the entire gender."
"You'll get better!" she was determined to heal him.
Mo Chen: "Of course, I'll get better. Do you think I'm going to stay away from women for you forever?"
Qiao Ruoxin swallowed the sour feeling in her heart: "Good, then I'll wait until you find the woman you love, otherwise you'll only have me, no other choice."
With that said, she turned and left, leaving a defiant silhouette: "I'll just sleep in the room next to yours."
The man's expression was solemn as he watched her slender figure.
Love?
It didn't matter whether there was love or not, Qiao Ruoxin's life was his to claim!
...
Qiao Ruoxin entered the adjacent guest room, her mood unable to calm for a long time.
The phone vibrated.
She went over and picked it up, seeing it was an international call, her face colored with displeasure.
She answered the call.
"Have you found your ex-boyfriend? They think you're still in the United States and are searching for you everywhere."
"Yeah."
"Don't come back anymore. You've been my stand-in for two years; it's time you returned to your own life."
Qiao Ruoxin scoffed: "I'm so much prettier than you, I'm your stand-in? You're more like a poor copy of me."
"He hasn't really dated for so many years. Let him go."
"Keep an eye on your male confidant! And stop letting him disgust me!"
She hung up abruptly, flinging the phone onto a single sofa nearby.
Qiao Ruoxin flopped onto the soft bed, truly exhausted.
She just didn't know if Mo Chen was asleep yet...
Meanwhile.
Next door, Mo Chen was standing on the balcony, smoking one cigarette after another.
The smoke swirled around, making his handsome features seem more brooding.
Looking up at the dark night sky where the moon shone dimly and not a single star was visible.
He started to suffer from insomnia again, his mind filled with thoughts of Qiao Ruoxin by that man's side for the past two years...
The more he thought, the more he hated, the more eager he became to strangle her with his own hands.
A clear and clean voice suddenly rose: "I knew you wouldn't be able to sleep."
At the sound, Mo Chen, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, lazily and indifferently turned to look at the neighboring balcony.
Qiao Ruoxin smiled, leaning on the railing: "How about I sing you a song? Consider it a lullaby."
The man didn't speak, just stared at her, as if trying to see through her.
She turned back to her room, and after a while, brought a chair out onto the balcony and fetched a guitar.
Mo Chen stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, put his hands in his robe pockets, and watched her expressionlessly.
Qiao Ruoxin sat in the chair, elegantly crossing her legs, holding the guitar, and tested the tuning.
"This is my competition performance piece, giving you the privilege; you're the first to enjoy it."
Then, with a sweet curve on her lips, she lowered her gaze and began to play the guitar.
It was Zhang Xuan's "Baby."
As the prelude played, the icy night seemed to melt away, filling the air with gentleness.
"My baby, my baby, have a little sweetness, to help you sleep well tonight..."
Her gentle and pure voice struck straight at the man's rotten heart.
Mo Chen watched her tender downcast eyes, his mind drifting back nine years.
He had been studying abroad since elementary school and once went to school to find Bai Junyan only to come across Little Ghost in the junior section.
He marveled that Little Ghost had grown to 165 centimeters tall at only 12 years old.
Quite the growth spurt.
Quirky, beautiful, and proud.
He thought how fun it would be if he had such a little sister at home.
At 16, Little Ghost was admitted to the film academy, her height topping off at a perfect 170 centimeters, with countless men chasing after her.
He thought again, what if she was his girlfriend...
Of course, it was just a thought.